Trust Oppa
Title: Trust Oppa
Pairing: Heechul/Hyunshik
Rating: NC-17
Notes: My first ZE:A fanfic~ I'm still getting down their personalities and stuff so this probably sucks lmfao. Just straight up PWP so whatevs. Also I'm sure someone has written about the 'trust oppa' scenario in the Idol Army that ZE:A was on but... idk here's my take? LOL anyway I wanna get more into writing ZE:A fanfiction so any concrit would be great :) Thanks~
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'Trust oppa'.
Better words could have been chosen for that moment in time but as Heechul's hands went to either side of Hyungshik's head, it's not like the younger could have avoided it. But Heechul was like that - especially on variety programs - and it was either make it or break it with him. Hyungshik would hate to break it. Heechul would never let him hear the end of it.
And even as Hyungshik wanted to rip his own hair out and then punch Heechul in the jaw for saying 'oppa' instead of 'hyung' - because Hyungshik knew he was pretty but he wasn't girly - he allowed it because Heechul had a sort of commanding personality that suggested you just go along with whatever he does.
So Hyungshik went along with it; but he wished his heart wouldn't have stammered up into his throat. And honestly when he turned around to have the paper be ripped by that God awful gag comedian he wanted to cry - couldn't he and Heechul just play the paper ripping game, just the two of them? Maybe he wouldn't be so awkward. Or maybe he would.
But the paper ripping game ended and their score wasn't too high and the show continued and Heechul got crowned like the queen the rest of ZE:A knew he was. Hyungshik thought the older looked kinda cute in that pink tiara with his little sash and - alright, that needed to stop. Heechul wasn't cute. Heechul was a dude.
Heechul wasn't Hyungshik's oppa.
"Hyungshikkie~"
Oh... the aegyo. Why, Heechul. Why.
"Ne, hyung?" Hyungshik answered politely, glancing up from his book and shifting to get more comfortable on the couch of the commonroom. He didn't mean to answer politely, in fact it was more sarcastic than anything because he was known to be a brat to his hyungs.
"You're always hanging on Kevin and doing fan service with him," Heechul said, flopping down on the couch next to Hyungshik.
Oh God where was everyone and why did they decide it was a good idea to leave Heechul and Hyungshik alone?
"Er... so?" Hyungshik blinked. "The fans like us together."
"Yeah but... we have more chemistry~ I bet our ratings would go up."
"Uh..." Hyungshik chuckled nervously and shifted away from the older boy, who was leaning dangerously close. "That's..."
"And don't we do what we do for the fans?"
"You know, most people become famous because they wanna be famous," Hyungshik replied dryly, trying to return to the contents of his book. It... wasn't working as a good distraction because he just realized he had picked up one of Kwanghee's stupid romance novels and the girl and the guy were on a deserted island on a beach or something and making out and - "Hyung I can feel your breath on my neck."
"You don't mind when Kevin does it," Heechul breathed out, his voice way too close to Hyungshik's ear for the younger's liking.
"Jealous?" Hyungshik tried scoffing. His voice cracked.
"Mmm... what if I was?"
Ah, ever the cool guy Heechul had a lot of hidden charisma that only came out when he was being annoying. What a shame.
But still, as Heechul's hand rested on Hyungshik's thigh, the hot pads of his fingers flaring heat through the rips in the younger's jeans, Hyungshik couldn't suppress the shiver that ran through his spine and he didn't want to look at Heechul, didn't want to see that hooded gaze or the way his lips parted slightly, chapped because the older always forgot to keep chapstick on him.
There was no room for argument because Heechul's breath got even closer and now it was fanning over the shell of Hyunshik's ear and damn it why couldn't Hyungshik gain control? Why was he reading a stupid book about two renegade outcasts making love on a deserted island? Why did Kwanghee read this garbage?
"Hee--"
"Hyungshik," Heechul's voice cut through the air and Hyungshik, for probably the first time, quieted himself.
The pause was thick and tangible and hung in the air, making it feel like Hyungshik was suffocating but when Heechul spoke next a vice wrapped around Hyungshik's throat and he really couldn't breathe.
"Trust oppa."
And this time it wasn't annoying because Heechul wasn't being a creeper and he didn't do that weird inhalation-saliva-sucking thing. This time it was completely different, the timbre of Heechul's voice low and coming from deep within his chest, husky as he breathed the words into Hyungshik's ear and alright, this time Hyungshik could relent to trusting oppa.
Because the other option was rejecting oppa and judging by the heat waves that were coursing through Hyungshik's veins, he most definitely did not want to reject oppa.
"O-Oppa..." he panted out, and he was surprised at how breathy his voice was, how touched out it felt, wispy as it ghosted past his lips.
That was all Heechul needed, though, because he leaned forward and used his fingers to jerk Hyungshik's chin towards him, their lips meeting in a rough, frenzied kiss. Hyungshik wasn't going to sit there and debate his sexuality, and he most certainly wasn't going to think about Heechul's either; Heechul's strong hands were on his slender hips and pulling the younger boy onto his lap with surprising strength, but it's not like Hyungshik was terribly big. His long arms wrapped around Heechul's neck and he pushed into the kiss, their tongues meeting sloppily and a bit of saliva dribbling out of the sides of their mouths.
A soft groan was elicited from Heechul's throat and it was a magnificent sound, like a sweet dripping caramel for Hyungshik's ears. A shuddery moan left Hyungshik's mouth in return and his hips pushed down, rocking against Heechul's and oh, that was nice. Heechul's fingers gripped the younger's shirt and pulled it off of his head, and he pulled his own shirt off and Hyungshik took a moment to glance down, to see his hyungs' body.
Hyungshik was skinny, he was limber and didn't really have any defined muscles and Heechul wasn't the most ripped guy on the block, but there was a soft contour of his abs, just enough for the light to catch and play shadows on. Hyungshik's fingers moved to trail over them and Heechul bit his lip, arching his body up into the younger's fingertips, his breath stuttering slightly.
It didn't take long for their position to change, Heechul guiding Hyungshik down onto the couch as he pulled the tattered jeans from those mile long legs, discarding them. He kissed along the waist band of those Calvin Kleins before he tugged those off, too, nipping at Hyungshik's pelvic bones. The younger bucked his hips up slightly, the butterfly kisses sending electricity through his flesh to his toes, his fingers carding through the older boy's hair.
Heechul gave the tip of Hyungshik's cock a light kiss and that was all it took for the flesh to harden completely, some pre-cum drooling from the tip. Hyungshik whimpered softly and instead of those lips wrapping around his dick, like he wanted them to so bad, Heechul spread his legs and bent them at the knee, opening the younger up completely.
"Heechul--" Hyungshik protested, blushing, grumbling and tugging at Heechul's hair. "Don't do that, it's embarrassing."
"What, look at your ass?" Heechul chuckled and smirked, licking his lips.
"Yeah, you pervert," Hyungshik groused, tugging on Heechul's hair a bit harder to try and get the elder to stop looking or move his attention elsewhere.
Heechul heeded no warnings though and he dove right in, his tongue pressing against the entrance wetly. Hyungshik's back arched and his eyes closed, his mouth dropping open in a silent scream as his fingers flexed in Heechul's fine hair, the sensation running through his lower body way too intense. His dick was throbbing and his ass was singing with the pleasure and as Heechul's tongue drove into the tight heat Hyungshik couldn't help the whimper that left his lips.
"Oppa..."
That only seemed to encourage Heechul more, and who knew that the guy had a weird fetish like that? It should have disgusted Hyungshik - well, it had before but since it elicited such... enticing things from the older boy, Hyungshik wasn't really complaining. In fact if it meant more of this hair-splitting pleasure Hyungshik would scream that word at the top of his lungs and oh he was so close to doing just that as Heechul slid in a finger aside his slick tongue, working it around.
It was strange, it was weird and Hyungshik had never had something intrude him in such a way but... he trusted Heechul, as fucking stupid as that was. This guy that got on his nerves about as much as they had fun together was driving him mad with pleasure and he was ok with that.
Soon Heechul pulled away, and he spit on Hyungshik's entrance, wetting it further as he added a second finger. Hyungshik squirmed a bit and he knew what this was leading up to as he glanced down and saw Heechul's free hand working on his own button and fly. Hyungshik reached down and assisted his hyung, freeing his cock and... was that really going to fit? He swallowed the lump in his throat and spit in his hand, following Heechul's example, and wrapped long fingers around the older boy's cock.
Heechul dropped forward and pressed their foreheads together, canting his hips forward into Hyungshik's fingers, which were alternating a tight and loose grip. Hyungshik wanted to participate, he wanted to engage in this act and not sit there and take it because even though he was letting this happen he was gonna do it partially his way, too.
After three fingers were probing deep inside Hyungshik, a small cry left the taller boy's mouth as pleasure exploded in his body, setting his cock on fire and his mind on a trip. He heard Heechul chuckle but didn't really register it, and when Heechul's hands on his hips guided to flip him over he allowed it, getting up on his knees and propping his torso up on his elbow, hanging his head a bit as he tried to recover from the sudden rush of euphoria.
"Say it." The command was rough and Heechul rubbed the tip of his dick along the crack of Hyungshik's ass, making the younger whimper slightly.
"O-... Oppa..." Hyungshik keened and God since when could his voice hit that pitch in normal conversation? He knew he had a naturally high voice but that was ridiculous.
The head of Heechul's cock breached Hyungshik's entrance and the younger boy clenched his teeth, jaw aching a bit as he pushed back against the intrusion, just wanting to get it done and over with already. They groaned together, the stretch and burn of the older boy's cock inside of him almost reaching the 'too much' point but never quite getting there, even as he felt Heechul seat himself fully inside of him, both of them nearly gasping for breath.
Heechul's hands ran over the smooth flesh of Hyungshik's hips, lower back, rounded around to his stomach and up to his chest before rounding his shoulders. He laid open-mouthed kisses on Hyungshik's shoulder blades, a silent apology of any pain that Hyungshik might be feeling and yeah, Hyungshik was definitely feeling a bit tender, but the younger sighed and relaxed his body the best he could under the ministrations.
It was a few short moments later that Heechul pulled out and pushed back in, Hyungshik reaching out to brace his thin frame on the arm of the couch. Heechul's hands were big, hot on his skin, searing into Hyungshik and leaving invisible imprints and soon they set up a rhythm, rocking in tandem. A sweat broke out on Hyungshik's brow and there was something just out of reach, something amazing, and when Heechul tightened his grip on Hyungshik's hips to fuck him harder onto his cock, the younger felt it, that same white-hot pleasure that blinded him and completely clouded his mind.
"Fuck!" The obscenity left Hyungshik's lips easily and he bucked back into Heechul, feeling his ass smack against the older boy's sharp hip bones. It was going to bruise, he wouldn't be able to sit comfortably for a while but it was worth it as they really started moving, the legs of the couch screeching slightly with every jarring movement that shifted it an inch to the left every time.
Heechul's hands were running over Hyungshik's body again, igniting fire in their wake and Hyungshik arched his back, his limber body lifting a bit as Heechul guided him up, chest-to-back, the older boy's lips trailing over Hyungshik's shoulders as he started to fuck upwards into the tight, taut body.
They were both close, the end nearing evident in the way that Heechul started to lose his tempo, thrusts becoming slightly sporadic. It was evident in the way Hyungshik's cock hardened impossibly and his balls started to tighten, in the way that ecstasy was tingling every cell in his entire body. They fell out of sync, their fucking becoming wild rutting and Hyungshik was the first to cum, right when Heechul's fingers wrapped around his dick, seed spilling over onto those pretty fingers and the cushion of the couch. Heechul followed suit, the clenching of Hyungshik's body drawing him over the edge and they both collapsed onto the couch, panting heavily and totally sated.
After a few moments Hyungshik shifted, "Ugh, get off fat ass I can't breathe."
Heechul chuckled and got off of Hyungshik's back, the younger rolling over and running a hand through his sweat dampened hair. Their eyes met and Hyungshik should have been embarrassed, maybe even a little pissed but he just rolled his eyes and shoveed Heechul, knocking the older boy off of the couch.
Heechul just laughed again and stood up, handing Hyungshik his previously discarded clothes.
"Told you to trust me."
"Yeah, yeah," Hyungshik scowled a bit and took his clothes, standing up and walking (limping) towards his room. "Next time you'll be calling me oppa."
"Oppa~~~~" was the immediate response, which was met quickly with a shoe being thrown in Heechul's direction.
The thud and the yelp of pain was enough for Hyungshik as he smirked, shutting the door behind him.
Yeah, next time Heechul would call him oppa.
Pairing: Heechul/Hyunshik
Rating: NC-17
Notes: My first ZE:A fanfic~ I'm still getting down their personalities and stuff so this probably sucks lmfao. Just straight up PWP so whatevs. Also I'm sure someone has written about the 'trust oppa' scenario in the Idol Army that ZE:A was on but... idk here's my take? LOL anyway I wanna get more into writing ZE:A fanfiction so any concrit would be great :) Thanks~
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'Trust oppa'.
Better words could have been chosen for that moment in time but as Heechul's hands went to either side of Hyungshik's head, it's not like the younger could have avoided it. But Heechul was like that - especially on variety programs - and it was either make it or break it with him. Hyungshik would hate to break it. Heechul would never let him hear the end of it.
And even as Hyungshik wanted to rip his own hair out and then punch Heechul in the jaw for saying 'oppa' instead of 'hyung' - because Hyungshik knew he was pretty but he wasn't girly - he allowed it because Heechul had a sort of commanding personality that suggested you just go along with whatever he does.
So Hyungshik went along with it; but he wished his heart wouldn't have stammered up into his throat. And honestly when he turned around to have the paper be ripped by that God awful gag comedian he wanted to cry - couldn't he and Heechul just play the paper ripping game, just the two of them? Maybe he wouldn't be so awkward. Or maybe he would.
But the paper ripping game ended and their score wasn't too high and the show continued and Heechul got crowned like the queen the rest of ZE:A knew he was. Hyungshik thought the older looked kinda cute in that pink tiara with his little sash and - alright, that needed to stop. Heechul wasn't cute. Heechul was a dude.
Heechul wasn't Hyungshik's oppa.
"Hyungshikkie~"
Oh... the aegyo. Why, Heechul. Why.
"Ne, hyung?" Hyungshik answered politely, glancing up from his book and shifting to get more comfortable on the couch of the commonroom. He didn't mean to answer politely, in fact it was more sarcastic than anything because he was known to be a brat to his hyungs.
"You're always hanging on Kevin and doing fan service with him," Heechul said, flopping down on the couch next to Hyungshik.
Oh God where was everyone and why did they decide it was a good idea to leave Heechul and Hyungshik alone?
"Er... so?" Hyungshik blinked. "The fans like us together."
"Yeah but... we have more chemistry~ I bet our ratings would go up."
"Uh..." Hyungshik chuckled nervously and shifted away from the older boy, who was leaning dangerously close. "That's..."
"And don't we do what we do for the fans?"
"You know, most people become famous because they wanna be famous," Hyungshik replied dryly, trying to return to the contents of his book. It... wasn't working as a good distraction because he just realized he had picked up one of Kwanghee's stupid romance novels and the girl and the guy were on a deserted island on a beach or something and making out and - "Hyung I can feel your breath on my neck."
"You don't mind when Kevin does it," Heechul breathed out, his voice way too close to Hyungshik's ear for the younger's liking.
"Jealous?" Hyungshik tried scoffing. His voice cracked.
"Mmm... what if I was?"
Ah, ever the cool guy Heechul had a lot of hidden charisma that only came out when he was being annoying. What a shame.
But still, as Heechul's hand rested on Hyungshik's thigh, the hot pads of his fingers flaring heat through the rips in the younger's jeans, Hyungshik couldn't suppress the shiver that ran through his spine and he didn't want to look at Heechul, didn't want to see that hooded gaze or the way his lips parted slightly, chapped because the older always forgot to keep chapstick on him.
There was no room for argument because Heechul's breath got even closer and now it was fanning over the shell of Hyunshik's ear and damn it why couldn't Hyungshik gain control? Why was he reading a stupid book about two renegade outcasts making love on a deserted island? Why did Kwanghee read this garbage?
"Hee--"
"Hyungshik," Heechul's voice cut through the air and Hyungshik, for probably the first time, quieted himself.
The pause was thick and tangible and hung in the air, making it feel like Hyungshik was suffocating but when Heechul spoke next a vice wrapped around Hyungshik's throat and he really couldn't breathe.
"Trust oppa."
And this time it wasn't annoying because Heechul wasn't being a creeper and he didn't do that weird inhalation-saliva-sucking thing. This time it was completely different, the timbre of Heechul's voice low and coming from deep within his chest, husky as he breathed the words into Hyungshik's ear and alright, this time Hyungshik could relent to trusting oppa.
Because the other option was rejecting oppa and judging by the heat waves that were coursing through Hyungshik's veins, he most definitely did not want to reject oppa.
"O-Oppa..." he panted out, and he was surprised at how breathy his voice was, how touched out it felt, wispy as it ghosted past his lips.
That was all Heechul needed, though, because he leaned forward and used his fingers to jerk Hyungshik's chin towards him, their lips meeting in a rough, frenzied kiss. Hyungshik wasn't going to sit there and debate his sexuality, and he most certainly wasn't going to think about Heechul's either; Heechul's strong hands were on his slender hips and pulling the younger boy onto his lap with surprising strength, but it's not like Hyungshik was terribly big. His long arms wrapped around Heechul's neck and he pushed into the kiss, their tongues meeting sloppily and a bit of saliva dribbling out of the sides of their mouths.
A soft groan was elicited from Heechul's throat and it was a magnificent sound, like a sweet dripping caramel for Hyungshik's ears. A shuddery moan left Hyungshik's mouth in return and his hips pushed down, rocking against Heechul's and oh, that was nice. Heechul's fingers gripped the younger's shirt and pulled it off of his head, and he pulled his own shirt off and Hyungshik took a moment to glance down, to see his hyungs' body.
Hyungshik was skinny, he was limber and didn't really have any defined muscles and Heechul wasn't the most ripped guy on the block, but there was a soft contour of his abs, just enough for the light to catch and play shadows on. Hyungshik's fingers moved to trail over them and Heechul bit his lip, arching his body up into the younger's fingertips, his breath stuttering slightly.
It didn't take long for their position to change, Heechul guiding Hyungshik down onto the couch as he pulled the tattered jeans from those mile long legs, discarding them. He kissed along the waist band of those Calvin Kleins before he tugged those off, too, nipping at Hyungshik's pelvic bones. The younger bucked his hips up slightly, the butterfly kisses sending electricity through his flesh to his toes, his fingers carding through the older boy's hair.
Heechul gave the tip of Hyungshik's cock a light kiss and that was all it took for the flesh to harden completely, some pre-cum drooling from the tip. Hyungshik whimpered softly and instead of those lips wrapping around his dick, like he wanted them to so bad, Heechul spread his legs and bent them at the knee, opening the younger up completely.
"Heechul--" Hyungshik protested, blushing, grumbling and tugging at Heechul's hair. "Don't do that, it's embarrassing."
"What, look at your ass?" Heechul chuckled and smirked, licking his lips.
"Yeah, you pervert," Hyungshik groused, tugging on Heechul's hair a bit harder to try and get the elder to stop looking or move his attention elsewhere.
Heechul heeded no warnings though and he dove right in, his tongue pressing against the entrance wetly. Hyungshik's back arched and his eyes closed, his mouth dropping open in a silent scream as his fingers flexed in Heechul's fine hair, the sensation running through his lower body way too intense. His dick was throbbing and his ass was singing with the pleasure and as Heechul's tongue drove into the tight heat Hyungshik couldn't help the whimper that left his lips.
"Oppa..."
That only seemed to encourage Heechul more, and who knew that the guy had a weird fetish like that? It should have disgusted Hyungshik - well, it had before but since it elicited such... enticing things from the older boy, Hyungshik wasn't really complaining. In fact if it meant more of this hair-splitting pleasure Hyungshik would scream that word at the top of his lungs and oh he was so close to doing just that as Heechul slid in a finger aside his slick tongue, working it around.
It was strange, it was weird and Hyungshik had never had something intrude him in such a way but... he trusted Heechul, as fucking stupid as that was. This guy that got on his nerves about as much as they had fun together was driving him mad with pleasure and he was ok with that.
Soon Heechul pulled away, and he spit on Hyungshik's entrance, wetting it further as he added a second finger. Hyungshik squirmed a bit and he knew what this was leading up to as he glanced down and saw Heechul's free hand working on his own button and fly. Hyungshik reached down and assisted his hyung, freeing his cock and... was that really going to fit? He swallowed the lump in his throat and spit in his hand, following Heechul's example, and wrapped long fingers around the older boy's cock.
Heechul dropped forward and pressed their foreheads together, canting his hips forward into Hyungshik's fingers, which were alternating a tight and loose grip. Hyungshik wanted to participate, he wanted to engage in this act and not sit there and take it because even though he was letting this happen he was gonna do it partially his way, too.
After three fingers were probing deep inside Hyungshik, a small cry left the taller boy's mouth as pleasure exploded in his body, setting his cock on fire and his mind on a trip. He heard Heechul chuckle but didn't really register it, and when Heechul's hands on his hips guided to flip him over he allowed it, getting up on his knees and propping his torso up on his elbow, hanging his head a bit as he tried to recover from the sudden rush of euphoria.
"Say it." The command was rough and Heechul rubbed the tip of his dick along the crack of Hyungshik's ass, making the younger whimper slightly.
"O-... Oppa..." Hyungshik keened and God since when could his voice hit that pitch in normal conversation? He knew he had a naturally high voice but that was ridiculous.
The head of Heechul's cock breached Hyungshik's entrance and the younger boy clenched his teeth, jaw aching a bit as he pushed back against the intrusion, just wanting to get it done and over with already. They groaned together, the stretch and burn of the older boy's cock inside of him almost reaching the 'too much' point but never quite getting there, even as he felt Heechul seat himself fully inside of him, both of them nearly gasping for breath.
Heechul's hands ran over the smooth flesh of Hyungshik's hips, lower back, rounded around to his stomach and up to his chest before rounding his shoulders. He laid open-mouthed kisses on Hyungshik's shoulder blades, a silent apology of any pain that Hyungshik might be feeling and yeah, Hyungshik was definitely feeling a bit tender, but the younger sighed and relaxed his body the best he could under the ministrations.
It was a few short moments later that Heechul pulled out and pushed back in, Hyungshik reaching out to brace his thin frame on the arm of the couch. Heechul's hands were big, hot on his skin, searing into Hyungshik and leaving invisible imprints and soon they set up a rhythm, rocking in tandem. A sweat broke out on Hyungshik's brow and there was something just out of reach, something amazing, and when Heechul tightened his grip on Hyungshik's hips to fuck him harder onto his cock, the younger felt it, that same white-hot pleasure that blinded him and completely clouded his mind.
"Fuck!" The obscenity left Hyungshik's lips easily and he bucked back into Heechul, feeling his ass smack against the older boy's sharp hip bones. It was going to bruise, he wouldn't be able to sit comfortably for a while but it was worth it as they really started moving, the legs of the couch screeching slightly with every jarring movement that shifted it an inch to the left every time.
Heechul's hands were running over Hyungshik's body again, igniting fire in their wake and Hyungshik arched his back, his limber body lifting a bit as Heechul guided him up, chest-to-back, the older boy's lips trailing over Hyungshik's shoulders as he started to fuck upwards into the tight, taut body.
They were both close, the end nearing evident in the way that Heechul started to lose his tempo, thrusts becoming slightly sporadic. It was evident in the way Hyungshik's cock hardened impossibly and his balls started to tighten, in the way that ecstasy was tingling every cell in his entire body. They fell out of sync, their fucking becoming wild rutting and Hyungshik was the first to cum, right when Heechul's fingers wrapped around his dick, seed spilling over onto those pretty fingers and the cushion of the couch. Heechul followed suit, the clenching of Hyungshik's body drawing him over the edge and they both collapsed onto the couch, panting heavily and totally sated.
After a few moments Hyungshik shifted, "Ugh, get off fat ass I can't breathe."
Heechul chuckled and got off of Hyungshik's back, the younger rolling over and running a hand through his sweat dampened hair. Their eyes met and Hyungshik should have been embarrassed, maybe even a little pissed but he just rolled his eyes and shoveed Heechul, knocking the older boy off of the couch.
Heechul just laughed again and stood up, handing Hyungshik his previously discarded clothes.
"Told you to trust me."
"Yeah, yeah," Hyungshik scowled a bit and took his clothes, standing up and walking (limping) towards his room. "Next time you'll be calling me oppa."
"Oppa~~~~" was the immediate response, which was met quickly with a shoe being thrown in Heechul's direction.
The thud and the yelp of pain was enough for Hyungshik as he smirked, shutting the door behind him.
Yeah, next time Heechul would call him oppa.